Harriet Tubman: Honored at Last

The name Harriet Tubman brings to mind an American legend—a woman who risked death in pursuit of freedom and continued to do so in order to bring others to freedom. She has become a mythic, larger-than-life character on the stage of history, which makes me wonder all the more—who was this woman? Where did she find the courage to do make multiple trips into slave states to free others, knowing there was a price on her head? What prompted her to live in poverty in order to continue to give to others more in need? How did an illiterate and uneducated slave become the voice of civil rights, humanitarianism, suffrage, and champion of basic human values in a time when women, especially black women, were powerless and without voice? I had to find out.

Tubman bust at UGRR Museum

Tubman bust at UGRR Museum

The best autobiography I’ve found is one by Catherine Clinton entitled Harriet Tubman: The Road to Freedom. In it, Clinton not only provides what scraps of facts we know about the early life of Tubman (not an easy task, separating fact from legend), but also sets these events within the context of the times. Readers, be prepared to learn more about the true nature of slavery and the laws and economic conditions that perpetuated it, than you ever knew before. Tubman was born in my adopted state of Maryland, then a slave state, but also had the largest free black population by 1810. You would think that a good thing, however, it was not. Maryland became a source for slave labor when the import of slaves was halted because those involved in the trade did not care overly much whether you were free or not. Slave merchants raided Maryland’s black population and transported slaves to the south for a hefty profit. Tubman was born into this milieu and saw her sisters torn from the family and sold off into slavery in the far away deep south.

A daring rescue!

A daring rescue!

Clinton’s book should be required reading in all schools. As Annette Gordon-Reed put it, (Clinton) “rescues Harriet Tubman from empty symbolism, restoring her full humanity, while showcasing her incomparable efforts on behalf of enslaved African Americans.”

 

Tubman freed herself by walking from her home on the Choptank River on the Eastern Shore of Maryland to Philadelphia. I cannot imagine that trek. When she became a conductor on the Underground Railroad, she boasted that she never lost a “passenger.”

ChoptankMap

She was fearless and filled with a holy spirit, convinced that God would protect her. Dubbed “Moses of her people,” I understand how that moniker came about, not only for her guidance to freedom, but also because of her close relationship with God. Despite her spirituality, she was also a fierce and cunning soldier. Abolitionist John Brown called her General Tubman, and during the civil war she acted for years as a spy, a scout, and in any other number of other roles as needed. Despite her service, sadly, she had to fight for years with the U.S. government to receive any kind of compensation.

 

I am heartened to learn that a museum in her honor has opened close to her birthplace. The Harriet Tubman Underground Railroad Historical Park in Church Creek, Maryland, is a fine museum full of compelling images chronicling her life. Miss Tubman, you were an amazing woman and so ahead of your time.

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Climate Change and Weather

Even the weeds are dying in the pasture

Even the weeds are dying in the pasture

The weather has been so capricious this year, especially here in the mid-Atlantic. The winter was extremely cold and more snowy than usual, followed by a cool and very rainy spring. At that time, I delighted in the lush green of the pastures and how I no longer was running through a bale a day of hay. Standing on my deck and looking over the fields, it seemed I was on the Emerald Isle–not the usual hot and steamy Maryland summer. Then the rain ended as if a faucet were closed with the snap of an impatient wrist. Whatever summer storms rolled through missed my farm entirely.  We sat untouched as if we were located in a dry pocket covered with some invisible dome or force field. The grass stopped growing, then it turned brown. The horses ate down to the ground despite my efforts to rotate them to different fields. On a small farm, one runs out of acreage quickly! I started scanning the long term forecasts obsessively, hoping to see the little storm cloud image within any of the upcoming ten days. Nothing. When we did have another high percentage of rain forecast, every town around me had a deluge but us. The thing is, we can’t do anything about the weather but wait. I see the other extremes of flooding in Japan, the SouthEast and wish we could all enjoy some moderation relief from the extremes. August has come and gone and the ground is still parched, hard and dead. All we can do is wait. And pray.

The lawn looks like straw

The lawn looks like straw

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Saving Our Thoroughbreds

Every year around this time people who are not “horse people” or racing enthusiasts begin to follow the Thoroughbreds competing for the Triple Crown, starting with the Kentucky Derby on the first Saturday in May…today.  While people’s attention is given to the incredible beauty and athleticism of these horses, it is a good opportunity to remind them that these racers’ careers are short and it is incumbent upon the owners, breeders, trainers, and fans to see that the end of racing does not mean the end of life. I’m proud that Maryland has made great strides in creating aftercare programs to safeguard these ex-racers, but sadly there is still much work to be done. An article I was honored to write for the Baltimore magazine outlines some of these post-career paths. The article attached describes the plight of the ex-racer. http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/05/01/how-to-keep-beloved-kentucky-derby-winners-from-ending-up-as-dog-food.html

 

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